The Christmas Note

The Christmas Note

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by Donna VanLiere

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Donna VanLiere's Christmas books have enthralled millions of readers. Now she delivers a new inspirational novel about an unlikely friendship between two women—a friendship that will change each of their lives forever.

Gretchen Daniels has recently moved into a condo with her two children to be closer to her mother, Miriam. As they build a

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Donna VanLiere's Christmas books have enthralled millions of readers. Now she delivers a new inspirational novel about an unlikely friendship between two women—a friendship that will change each of their lives forever.

Gretchen Daniels has recently moved into a condo with her two children to be closer to her mother, Miriam. As they build a life together in their new community, they notice a mysterious young woman, Melissa McCreary, who lives next door. She has few possessions, little personality, and keeps to herself. One day a local landlord who is looking for Melissa knocks on Gretchen's door for assistance. Melissa's mother has died and in the coming weeks the landlord needs Melissa to empty her mother's apartment. Gretchen reaches out and offers to help Melissa, but the apartment is a gut-wrenching shamble of a home. There is little worth saving except for a few photos and a note that is discovered on the crate beside the bed. It is unfinished, but in the two scribbled lines, Melissa discovers secrets about her family that she never could have imagined. Can two very different women embark on a journey that explores a long-buried need for forgiveness, hope, and redemption?

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The Christmas Note

By Donna VanLiere

St. Martin's Press

Copyright © 2011 Donna VanLiere
All rights reserved.
ISBN: 978-1-4299-8941-1


All things must change to something new, to something strange. — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow


I look out the window and wait, wondering what will happen today. Life is weird. Just when I think I'm making heads or tails of it, when I'm getting used to today, along comes a new morning. The kids are running through the con do screaming, listening to their own voices echo off the naked walls. As Ethan checks out every closet and cupboard space, his face is fixed in a wide, transforming smile, just like his father's. Emma is like me, more cautious as she looks, envisioning where her things will go. Her eyes flame out fiery blue from her olive face as she swings her favorite stuffed animal, a bunny named Sugar, around her bedroom. When I was six, I had a stuffed dog named Henry. He's somewhere in the moving boxes. Ethan says that now that he's six he doesn't need a stuffed animal anymore, but I noticed he brought Friska the one-eared dog in the car with him. Seems all of us, no matter how old, have a hard time letting go sometimes.

The clouds look upset, puffing the sky up in a solid wall of gray. I hate moving when the trees have dropped their leaves. Everything's drab and bare and the feeling of emptiness chokes me. But that's today. Tomorrow will be different. "The truck is here!" I yell from the living-room window. My cell phone rings and I see that it's my mother. "It just pulled up," I say to her. "Bring your crew anytime."

I haven't lived near my mother since I left for college sixteen years ago, but Kyle and I always wanted to live closer to our parents; the trouble was always which one. Kyle's parents are still living in the small Oklahoma town where Kyle was raised, but I'd have to travel too far for work as a hygienist if we moved there. My parents are divorced. They decided when Jeff and I were teenagers that they couldn't live together anymore and it took me years to forgive them. I loved them always, but sometimes I couldn't stand to talk to either one of them because of what their decision did to our family. Dad lives in a town in Arizona near his children from his second failed marriage and enjoys his grandchildren there, but my mom doesn't live close to either Jeff or me. Not that she needed us; Miriam Lloyd-Davies stands just fine on her own, but I thought Emma and Ethan should be closer to her, three- blocks-away close, to be exact.

Ethan bolts past me and stands on the front stoop; it's not big enough to be called a porch. The builder planted some nondescript shrub in the spot by the door in a halfhearted attempt to make it feel homey. The garage door for the adjoining condo opens and I notice a car turning into the driveway. Ethan waves at the driver like he's been expecting her all day, and she pulls slowly up her drive, watching the moving men open the back of the truck, revealing all of our prized possessions. She stops her car and opens the door, staring at the movers without a hint of expression on her face. "Hi," I say, crossing my arms over my chest against the cold.

"We're moving in today," Ethan says, stepping closer to her. "What's your name?"

"Melissa." She's not heavy or thin, pretty or ugly. Her brown hair looks as if it was cut impatiently and her coat is too big for her. I can just see the tips of her fingers peeking from the sleeves.

"I'm Gretchen," I say, stepping next to Ethan. "My daughter Emma is in the house." She nods and I know she couldn't care less.

"Emma's eight," Ethan says. "Two years older than me. My dad was in the army. We have all sorts of medals that he won."

"Oh," Melissa says, dragging the O out and raising her shabby brown eyebrows and puckering her lips in that way people do when they don't approve of something: the soup, the new boyfriend, the performance of the car, the politician, or the way a new bra fits.

"All right," I say, turning Ethan toward the moving truck and away from Miss Personality. "Let's get busy." She doesn't offer to help or ask any questions of where we came from or how we ended up here, and from behind me I hear her garage door closing. I lead the men into the condo and point out where each box should go; in order to make today easier I had marked them with "kitchen," "bathroom," "bedroom 1," "bedroom 2," and "living room" as I packed up our former home.

Mom's car pulls in behind the truck, and she and her best friend Gloria step out. Mom is wearing black slacks and a soft green sweater. "Please tell me you're not unpacking boxes in angora, Mom," I say, walking toward the car. Ethan slams himself into her legs, and Gloria, although it's only been twelve weeks since I was here scoping out a place to live, greets me with one of her I-haven't-seen-you-in-twenty-years hugs. She's outfitted in what a normal person moves in: jeans and a lightweight cotton shirt.

"No matter what you're doing," Mom says, reaching for me, "there's never any reason to dress like a ruffian."

"That's what we are," Gloria says, looking at me. "Ruffians."

I'm still amazed that my mother and Gloria became best friends. Mom is all English with soft edges to her words and wardrobe, and Gloria is Georgia born and bred with fire in her soul and clothes from the thrift store, but they are good for each other. Gloria was widowed for more than a decade before marrying Marshall Wilson two years ago, but somehow she and Mom still find time to prowl around and work together at Glory's Place, Gloria's center for single moms and their children.

Another car comes to a stop behind Mom, and four young guys step to the curb. I greet each one of them but know I won't remember any of their names ten minutes from now. My mind is inside each of those boxes and where the contents of each one needs to go. "Where'd you find all those guys?" I ask, watching them run up the ramp of the truck.

"Your mother still has a way with men," Mom says, kissing the top of Ethan's head.

Gloria laughs, walking to the house. "She put an ad in the university paper and said she'd pay for an hour's worth of work."

Mom trudges behind her, whispering through her teeth. "You make it sound so tawdry, Gloria!"

The truck is unloaded in less than ninety minutes with all the extra hands; the college guys even set up the beds for me and moved the furniture pieces into place. When they left at noon, they were carrying two pizzas Mom had ordered for them and a wad of cash. "I could have paid them, Mom," I say, unloading a box of glasses into a kitchen cupboard. If I can get the kitchen set up, the beds made, and some clothes put into drawers, I'll feel great about today.

"Nonsense. I told you. This was my gift. This," she says, from the living room, "and a new sofa."

I can't see her but imagine her face pinched up into slight disgust. "We don't need a new sofa. That one's comfortable."

"Well then, I'll help with schooling for Ethan and Emma."

"They'll go to the public school, Mom. Taxes pay for that." I can hear her sigh. "Hey, Mom! Why don't you load up the kids and go get lunch for all of us?" She's trying so hard to be positive and not step on my toes or say something that upsets the children that she's driving me crazy. I'm relieved to get her out of the house for a while.

"She's worried," Gloria says. "The explosion and —" She turns to look at me.

"I know," I say, not letting her finish. I'm worried, too, but not in the sick-to-my- stomach way. I'm cautious or anxious; I don't know. I stopped believing a long time ago that life fits together like a jigsaw puzzle. The pieces are there; it just takes years, a lifetime, or sometimes beyond that life before the pieces make sense. I'm just trying to put together the ones that fit today.

"For all her faults ... and Lord knows she has a lot," Gloria says, making me smile, "deep down Miriam's a person."

I break down another box and lean against the counter. "I need to find a job, Gloria."

She stops and stands, grunting as she rises. "I know you do, babe, and I've already got the word out. The good news is people always need clean teeth."

"The bad news is the local dentists already have their hygienists. I'll have to look at the next town or two over."

Gloria wipes her forehead with her sleeve and small gray ringlets bob around her face. "Well, thankfully, people always get mad and quit or get fired or take a leave of absence to have a baby and then decide they don't want to work anymore. So let's hope somebody gets fired!"

I look around at everything that needs to be hooked together, like the TV and DVD player, the computer and printer, and all the stuff that goes with it to get Internet access. "I need my dad to come help me with a lot of this stuff that I don't know how to do."

Gloria snaps her head up to look at me. "When's the last time Miriam's seen him?"

"My college graduation."

She laughs and swipes the hair out of her eyes. "That'll be good!"

I hadn't really thought of Dad and Mom seeing each other again when we decided to move to Grandon, but Dad will come visit the kids and me and Mom and Dad will be forced to be civil or hostile to each other. I can't think about that right now. All I know is that I need my dad.

We work until seven and my body is sore. I can't imagine how Mom and Gloria feel. Gloria looks as if she walked through a car wash, and Mom's honey-colored bob has been shoved behind her ears and her black slacks are sagging, ready for the dry cleaner. The kitchen is organized and Mom has stocked our fridge and freezer with food for the upcoming week.

The kids give big hugs good-bye and I help them find their pajamas in the drawers. "How long do we have to share a room?" Ethan asks, picking out his red jammies with the big football on the front.

"Until I don't know," I say, looking through Emma's chest of drawers.

"This room is too crowded," Emma says, balling up her blue jeans.

"Don't wad those up, please. Lay them at the end of your bed so you can wear them tomorrow." I pull a purple nightie over Emma's head and pull her long hair out of the neck hole. "This room isn't too crowded. You've got room for your beds and you each have a chest of drawers."

"There's no room for us to play," Emma says.

I sit on the edge of her bed and look at them. I am exhausted. "I think we're all tired and it's easy to be negative when you're tired. Let's eat some soup and call it a day."

The kids are overtired and I calm Emma down from a long crying jag at dinner. "I miss Daddy," she says, tears streaking her face. I cry along with her and hold her on my lap while she finishes eating.

When I put them to bed I run my thumb back and forth over each of their foreheads, trying to rub out or smooth away any worrying thoughts that are crowding their minds. We say our prayers — well, I say them for the kids because I know they're beyond tired at this point — but I pray out loud as they snuggle deep into their blankets. I kiss them and fall into my own bed after a quick shower; it feels like my body is humming, still pulsing after a busy day. These plain-as-cracker walls are so empty. Kyle always helped hang pictures. If left to me, these walls might be forever barren. I see the box marked "bedroom photos" and sit on the edge of the bed, opening it. I remove the newspaper wrapped around two framed photos of Ethan and Emma's baby pictures and I set them on the dresser. I unwrap the next frame and it's a picture of Kyle and me at Niagara Falls before we had the kids. He's holding me from behind, resting his chin on my shoulder because I'm so short. I smile, looking at him: so handsome with his thick, brown hair and sharp green eyes. "I miss you," I say, tapping the picture.

Although it's late, I pick up my cell phone off the nightstand and check one final time for texts and e-mails. I need to call the phone company tomorrow to get us hooked up with Internet and phone service ASAP so I can set up the computer. I spend an hour writing an e-mail because it takes me forever on the tiny cell phone pad. The muffled sounds of yelling creep through my walls, and I set the phone on my nightstand, listening. Our neighbor is shouting, but it seems to be one-sided, into the phone no doubt. I lie down and stare up at the ceiling, holding Kyle's picture to my chest and waiting for her to hang up so I can get some sleep. The shouting ends and I wonder what she's doing over there now? Pacing the floor? Raiding the refrigerator? Breaking something? It's all part of the process. I know it well. Now I'm just tired and praying and thinking of Kyle and waiting for tomorrow.


I've learned from experience that the greater part of our happiness or misery depends on our dispositions and not on our circumstances. — Martha Washington


I wake up early and begin to unload boxes of clothes into my drawers and closet. I'll work in here as long as I can so I don't wake up the kids. They begin school on Monday and I want them to be rested. At eight o'clock, I'm inside my small bathroom organizing my cabinets when I hear the soft padding of feet across the carpeted floor. Emma stands in the doorway with Sugar in her arms and eyes half cracked from heavy sleep. Her hair is blond like mine and hangs at the side of her face, tangled like fishing line. "It smells kind of funny here," she says, stretching.

"That's a new smell," I say, emptying out the final box and breaking it down. "New carpet, new glue, new paint."

"So it's fancy?" she says, trying to fit inside one of the bigger boxes.

I laugh and motion for her to get out of the box. I know full well the construction is cheap; the builder cut costs wherever he could, including these thin-as-cardboard cabinets, but it's home. When Kyle would come home after a tour of duty, he would hold his tongue when someone complained about their house, job, the heat, or potholes in the road. He would have just come from sleeping on a cot, brushing his teeth outside with sand beneath his feet, driving on a road that was more holes than dirt, with hidden bombs along the way, and holding his position in one-hundred-plus degrees of heat, wearing long sleeves and carrying a rifle. He didn't have much tolerance for someone when they complained that their coffee was cold.

"Sure! Let's think of it as fancy," I say. Emma leads us into the hallway, and I can see Ethan digging through a box in their bedroom.

"Whatcha looking for?" I ask, leaning my head inside the door.

"My connecting pieces I build stuff out of." He's so much like his dad. He loves to put things together: a model airplane, a Radio Flyer wagon, a block castle just for the challenge. He's in heaven if something can be dismantled and then put back together again, whereas I cringe at the thought of Lincoln Logs or LEGOs.

"Just empty out that box and I'll take it out to the curb along with these others, and then we'll eat breakfast." Ethan brings the box to me as I'm coming back in for another load. A gust of early winter wind blows in, and I hurry as I pick up several more of the boxes that I've flattened. Ethan grabs a few and stumbles out the door behind me. Emma chooses to watch us from the warmth of the entryway. My pajama bottoms and T-shirt are too flimsy for this wind and I hurry, stacking the boxes at the curb. A rolling sound makes me look up and I see our neighbor, Mary Sunshine, pulling her garbage can down the driveway. I attempt a half smile, embarrassed to be out here in my pajamas, and if she smiles, I don't recognize it. Perhaps people smile differently here; maybe their mouths look frozen in a perpetual scowl.

"We have garbage, too," Ethan says, dumping his boxes onto the stack. She bobs her head in what I guess is a nod. "Bet we'll end up having more garbage than anybody on the whole street today." The revelation sinks into the competitive part of his brain and he glances down the street. "Yep. Just look. Nobody has higher garbage."

"And we're not even done bringing it all out yet," I say, more to Ethan than to her, whatever she said her name was.

"Are you going to work?" Ethan asks.

"Yes," she says, slapping the garbage handle grime off her hands and walking up her driveway.

"My dad had a bad accident on his job. A bomb went off and he —"


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The Christmas Note 4.3 out of 5 based on 0 ratings. 39 reviews.
JessicaST More than 1 year ago
The Christmas Note is a story about two neighbors that seem to have nothing in common. One is a military mother that is raising her two kids alone. The other is a single woman that seems to want to stay to herself. Due to a tragedy and needing to inform the single woman that her mother has passed away, they become great friends and even more. There are a few unexpected twists and turns in this book that added an excitement to the book. I have read the other books in the series and love Donna's writing. I would strongly recommend this book to others and am going to pass it on to the friend that recommended her series to me!
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
This was a good, easy Chrismas book to read. It is very short though. I would have liked it to be a little longer to really get to know the characters better.
HSMomof4 More than 1 year ago
I just finished my first book of the Christmas season, The Christmas Note by Donna VanLiere. What a wonderful, uplifting story to usher in the Advent season! Gretchen Daniels and her two young children have just moved into a condo near her mother to build a new life for her and her family. On her second day in her new home, a wearied and impatient man knocks on her door looking for the daughter of one of his apartment tenants who has died. He leaves the information with Gretchen and leaves it to her to break the news to Melissa, her quiet and timid single neighbor, that she has one week to clean out her mother's apartment. Gretchen offers to help Melissa clean out her mother's apartment. As they work side-by-side, Gretchen finds a note written to Melissa. A note that will change her life forever. As she tries to make sense of the incomplete note and its implications, Melissa only remembers her mother's drinking and carousing nature during her growing up years. What could her mom offer to her.... after her passing? An unlikely friendship forms between the two women as they encourage each other through life's challenges. Just as Melissa lives alone and always keeps to herself, Gretchen is awaiting the time when her wounded soldier/husband is able to return home. He was critically injured on September 15th in a bomb blast in Afghanistan while playing kickball with the local children. Click HERE to reach Chapter 1 and 2! This is a story of forgiveness, hope, and redemption. I loved how Donna weaves God's faithfulness through the storyline... Melissa's loving neighbor when she was a child, Mrs. Schweiger's daily prayers for her, and Gretchen's willingness to "come alongside" her during her darkest days. This is a wonderful book to remind each of us to really 'see' our neighbor and to walk with those around us through their valleys and rejoice with them on the hilltops. At first I was taken aback by how Donna VanLiere wrote each chapter from the point of view of either Gretchen or Melissa. As I continued reading, I loved the way that each chapter gave you and insight into their thoughts, feelings, and motivations of each person. Just like an aside in theater, it drew me into the story... these are not just characters in a book, but "friends" you can relate to. The Christmas Note is the newest edition in the Christmas Hope Series. For other books in the series, click here. I am looking forward to reading them all! My rating: 4.5 out of 5 stars I received a complimentary copy of The Christmas Note Thomas Nelson Publishers and the BookSneeze program for my honest review.
gaele More than 1 year ago
An uplifting, tear-inducing story that reinforces your faith in human beings and their innate goodness is all found in this book. The characters are continually growing and creating new impressions as they develop and grow through the difficulties and experiences in the book, and while the importance of God and faith is never downplayed, it also does not become just a testament to Christianity. With two major points of view, and two very different lives that collide in the most providential of ways, the book will have even the most confirmed skeptic questioning the next coincidental happening in their own life. Truly a perfect book for the season, a great continuation of the series of Christmas stories by Donna VanLiere. **I received a hardcover copy of this book from the author for Book and Trailer Showcase eMagazine reviews. I was not compensated for this review, and all conclusions are my own responsibility.
lizMR More than 1 year ago
Really enjoyed this book a fast read. Wonderful ending!
tmurrell2 More than 1 year ago
The Christmas Note is one of several books in a Christmas series. It doesn't have to be read with the other books, although after reading this one you are likely to go looking for the others. Gretchen and Melissa become next door neighbors right before Christmas. Both are dealing with their own brand of grief and loss. But neither would have imagined that the other could be of any help. If you like predictable, but sweet Christmas stories (and I do) than this book is great. There were several unexpected little twists in the book, but everything ends neatly and the way one would want it to. It will cheer your heart and make you thankful for the things you have this Christmas. I received this book free of charge from Booksneeze in exchange for my honest review.
kittycrochettwo More than 1 year ago
Gretchen Daniels and her two children Ethan age six and Emma age eight move into a condo to be close to Gretchen's mom Miriam ,who lives just three blocks away.Gretchen is just waiting for the day when her husband Kyle return home after being injured overseas while serving in the army. They meet their next door neighbor Melissa, who seems to keep to herself. After living for one day in the condo the landlord shows up at Gretchen's door looking for Melissa with the message that her mother has passed away and he is giving her one week to clear out her mothers apartment. Gretchen offers to help Melissa with the task and finds a note written to Melissa from her mother, a mother whom Melissa didn't have a very good relationship with. The note Gretchen finds will change Melissa's life, and the friendship that forms between the two women becomes something they both need. While I would consider "The Christmas Note" a novella, that I was able to read in just a few hours, it wasn't short on story or characters, and the Christian message of God's faithfulness really touched me. There were so many things to like about this story, the characters were easy to connect with, and Gretchen's story of looking for a job as well as missing her husband was very easy to imagine, and also was very timely. I liked the way the author allowed us not to only get the point of view of Gretchen but also allowed us to experience Melissa's thoughts and feelings as well. If you enjoy stories that will put you in the mood for the holidays, filled with love, faith and finding forgiveness then your going to want to read this one. This is the first book that I have read by this author but this story has me wanting to read all of her work. Highly recommended! *A complimentary copy of this book was provided by Booksneeze in exchange for an honest review*
DebDiem 2 days ago
The Christmas Note by Donna VanLiere is an emotional holiday read. Ms VanLiere has gifted us with a well written book that will make you sad but at the same time hopeful. Two women, one raised in a loving family, the other by a single unfit mother, discover friendship neither was looking for. When I first started this book, I thought I wasn't going to like it, but by chapter two, I was captivated. The Christmas Note is a fairly short read, so a good choice for those with limited time for reading. This is also a clean read, perfect for any age. Gretchen and Melissa's story is full of wonderful characters that will warm your heart. There are plenty of surprises through the book that will keep the pages flipping. I enjoyed The Christmas Note and look forward to reading more from Donna VanLiere in the future. I won a copy of this book from Goodreads.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
I bought this book hoping for a sweet and possible sentimental Christmas story. While I must admit that I did cry for about the last chapter and a half, this book had some very good and interesting twists and lessons that I did not see coming. I passed it on to a friend as soon as I was done!
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Sweet little book.
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Must read!
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ladybugofthree More than 1 year ago
This book intrigued me from the very beginning. After reading the back cover, and finding out this author also wrote "The Christmas Shoes", I knew it was one I had to read! If I were to pick my favorite character, I'm not sure I could narrow it down! Gretchen: I love the interaction and relationships she has with her children. She may be a stressed out mom wearing too many hats, but she will always be there for her kids! She is also another example of one never being too old to want the best for your parents. Her mom and dad may be divorced, and living in separate areas of the country, but she can be soo sneaky in trying to bring them back together! Melissa: I actually like her stand-offish attitude, she came from a tough childhood and had to learn to survive on her own. Over time, with the right friends, she learns to open up, relax, and enjoy the company of others. She has a lot to learn about family and friendships. Miriam and Gloria. I loved these 2 ladies! It was hard to believe they have only known each other for a short time, they seemed as if they have been life long friends! Their friendship is a great example of how opposites attract and can compliment each other! Ramona: Miriam's dead beat of a mother (and I use the term "mother" lightly!). This is the one character I did not enjoy. From what we know of her, she would be an example of someone who should not receive the "Mother of the Year" award...or even be nominated for it. No, we do not know her background, or much about her life, but her attitude toward motherhood and parenting are enough to make me dislike her! While this book was a slow start for me, it didn't take long to pick up speed! I found myself enjoying most of the characters, cheering them on, and before I knew it, I had reached the end of the book! I give this book 4 stars and highly recommend it for your Christmas reading! **I received this book free from the publisher through the BookSneeze®.com. I was not required to write a positive review. The opinions I have expressed are my own.**